Brother Zhenyu, why aren’t you by Qing Qian’s side? Do you know she really needs you...
She doesn’t know where Brother Zhenyu is. It seems like the kite between her and him has broken its string; the kite is drifting away with the wind, unsure where it will stop. Yet the long string still rests in her hand, but she can no longer make it fly.
Scorching tears welled up once again. Whenever she thought of Brother Zhenyu, her heart felt like a sharp knife had carved out a piece of it, and that piercing pain made her forget to even breathe.
"Young Master, Miss Xia seems emotionally unstable," the Night Wind Housekeeper softly placed a cup of ginseng tea on the table.
Beitang Yao was holding his forehead with his hand, hearing Night Wind’s voice, his brow furrowed slightly, eyes lifted a little, his icy eyes still and unmoved, as if inquiring about everything concerning Xia Qingqian from Night Wind.
"When I passed by Miss Xia’s room, I heard faint sobbing..." That sob was filled with grievance and bitterness. Could it be that the Young Master had gone overboard with her again? Although he didn’t interact much with Xia Qingqian, as the sharp-eyed housekeeper of the Beitang Family, from her modest and earnest work attitude, it was evident she was an exceptional employee.
Though her speed doesn’t match that of the previous secretary, to achieve this much is already remarkable, especially since she is only a novice.
To demand such from her, frankly, is overly harsh.
The Young Master gave her a half-hour break, yet she didn’t dare really lie down, and instead returned to the office wanting to continue working.
The Young Master seed to anticipate that she wouldn’t eat the takeaway Du Ziheng bought or truly dare to rest. It was rely giving her half an hour to clarify things with Du Ziheng.
And the Young Master’s actions, moving her office into the president’s office - what kind of treatnt is that? In fact, the Young Master does care about Xia Qingqian; he just refuses to admit it. Yet he still uses force with her, never treating her kindly to her face.
Oh dear... when will the Young Master finally let go of his tornt and prejudices against Miss Xia...
Beitang Yao lifted the ginseng tea, took a sip, his icy eyes blinked, reflecting a chilly light and shadow, "If there’s nothing else, then leave."
A woman weeping and wailing, the thought alone is overwhelming, let alone that she brought all this upon herself, there’s no one else to bla.
Repeatedly, and the contract also clearly stated in black and white, she absolutely has no right to contact any other male. Except for him, Beitang Yao.
"...Young Master." Night Wind wanted to say more, but upon eting Beitang Yao’s icy gaze, all the words got stuck in his throat.
The Young Master always has a way of imrsing Miss Xia in agony. Every ti she returns to the villa, facing the Young Master alone, he always makes her cry, like a puppet.
Night Wind also recognized Miss Xia as that incredibly strong little girl, who even when working to the point of exhaustion and causing gastritis, didn’t shed a single tear. But now, as soon as she returns to the villa, she hides by herself in a dark corner, quietly weeping.
Night Wind quietly sighed, slightly bowed, and withdrew.
When passing Xia Qingqian’s room, the door was ajar. Peering through the crack, he saw the gentle breeze lightly swaying the sheer curtains. By the moonlight shining in, Night Wind saw her curled up against the wall, her usually crystal-clear almond eyes now tinged with indifference and... apathy.
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